The Years of Being the Male Lead Bai Yueguang

The sword wound on Cheng Mou's chest has never been treated, and his thoughts have never been with himself.He only cares about killing, but never cares about stopping losses.Moreover, Yan Song's empty shell still needs spiritual power to maintain it. Cheng Mou used some means to send all his spiritual power here to keep the body from decaying.

This may be the reason why Cheng Mou wanted to switch to spiritual veins at all costs after he abolished the magic veins.

Yan Song figured this out, remained silent for a long time, and said: "Cheng Mou, you are crazy."

On Cheng Mou's handsome and pale face, there was a wicked smile at that moment: "Brother, is this how you see me?"

Yan Song said coldly: "No matter what, you should let him die in peace."

Cheng Mou sneered, "It's safe to be buried in the ground?" He rebelliously pushed back the lid of the coffin, leaned over beside the ice coffin, slowly reached in, and stroked the cold cheek of the person inside the coffin.

"I have nothing left."

"Brother, is it fun to play with me in the palm of your hand?"

Yan Song was stunned for a moment, then looked at Cheng Mou's face in silence.

Cheng Mou's lips moved, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything. At that moment, he only felt tired and powerless all over his heart.

Resentment, resentment, anger, all kinds of twisted emotions rushed into his mind like a wild wave.

He hates Yan Song, how could he not?

His more than 3000 days and nights of torment and self-blame engulfed him like a beast. He tried his best to cultivate, but he only got back the most unacceptable result?

Cheng Mou stared firmly at Jing Wuci's strange skin in front of him. His eyes, mouth, and ears were not the same, but the combination of his five sense organs, even a single look, made him tremble with familiarity.

why don't you come backWhy did you leave me?Why did you give me hope and then personally tear those illusions apart?

why?

Yan Song looked at Cheng Mou in surprise, the moment he looked into Cheng Mou's eyes, that sad, unspeakable emptiness and sadness spread like waves, hitting the softest part of Yan Song's heart.

He couldn't help but say, "Cheng Mou..."

"Yan Song, the danger level has reached 30%." 567's words sounded at the right time, which brought Yan Song back to his senses

"567, what is the full danger value?"

"100, when it is full, the world will be destroyed, and because your soul is stuck in the book world, you will completely disappear in this world."

"..."

"Disappear completely, you know what I mean, whether it is the real world or the world in the book, you will no longer exist."

Yan Song closed his eyes, suddenly tired of himself, Cheng Mou, and this increasingly harsh world.

Cheng Mou looked at Yan Song, who was frozen in ice, and couldn't bear to look away. With just one glance, it was ten thousand years.

When Yan Song walked out of the magic palace, the danger value immediately rose to 50%. He didn't care about anything else, and he ignored the faint plea in Cheng Mou's eyes. He thought that if he wanted to get out of the magic palace, he would have a fierce battle with Cheng Mou , but to his surprise, Cheng Mou just stood in front of the ice coffin and looked at him sadly, the hole in his chest was still bleeding, as long as Yan Song turned his head, he could see some abnormal things in his dark pupils. black.

Complex and elusive.

The years never stop, it gradually pushes a pure and kind person to a dead end in silence, let him see with his own eyes the naive and stupid self in the past being submerged by the torrent of time, lost his head, the sense of suffocation oppresses him from all directions, the waves tsunami Shouting, forcing him to admit defeat, forcing him to bury his original self in the deep sea of ​​time.

People, in the end, always have to change faces.

Cheng Mou stood quietly, the light in his eyes gradually becoming dangerous.

"Yan Song, I suggest you don't leave again." 567's voice is still very abrupt, after so many years, Yan Song is still not used to its elusive presence.

"what happened?"

"The male protagonist's mood is extremely unstable, the collapse value is soaring, and the danger value of the world is rising rapidly. If you don't want to be lost, I suggest you go back and find him."

Yan Song was about to pretend to be a maid and go out of the Demon Palace, he looked around like a thief to ensure that he would not be noticed, so he stopped and carefully put away the jade token.

"How much is it now?"

"55%, there are some things I want to say in advance, once the danger value reaches 70%, something will go wrong in this world, and the self-healing ability of the world will disappear at that time."

"Then if I go back, will this risk drop?"

"will not."

"Then why should I go back?"

567:"……"

Next, 567 took the boss's effort to explain the difference between the Honkai value and the blackening value to Yan Song. The Honkai value does not rise or fall like the blackening value. For it, it can only control the development. The world is an irreversible damage. If one day the hero's Honkai value reaches 100%, then the world in this book and all living beings, plus Yan Song, the maintainer of order, can only wait for death.

Yan Song: "..."

After hearing 567's explanation, Yan Song turned around immediately, put on the maid's dress again, and prepared to sneak into the magic palace for the second time.My life is gone, so what else is there to waste?

But before he could turn around, a big hand suddenly grabbed his wrist, the palm was hot, abnormally hot.

Yan Song was horrified, and just about to turn his head to look, the person behind him suddenly lowered his head, resting his chin on his shoulder, and said in an overly intimate voice, "Since they're all here, where do you want to go?"

Then there was a soft sigh: "I, I just indulged you too much. I have always listened to you, so when can you listen to my thoughts?"

There was a strange chill in Cheng Mou's tone, Yan Song was not used to his way of speaking.

Yan Song froze all over, turned his head to look mechanically, but only saw a pair of black eyes with a playful smile, and his full lips opened and closed: "Brother, you thought you came to the magic palace, and you came to my hand?" It's here, can you still go?"

Yan Song paused every word: "Cheng Mou."

Cheng Mou's whole body came close, straightened his waist, and held Yan Song in his arms. In the past ten years, Cheng Mou's stature has grown a lot, and the difference between the two is more than half a head.

When Yan Song looked at him in astonishment, he raised his head. At that moment, he couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional. The little bean sprouts that were less than his waist height back then had grown into such a big person.

Cheng Mou's chest wound was blocked by him with spiritual flow at will, and it was perfunctory. At this moment, his fiery chest was pressed against Yan Song's back, making Yan Song frightened for a while.

"Senior brother, where do you want to go with this outfit on?" Cheng Mou gripped Yan Song's wrist more forcefully, "You and I, reunited after a long absence, didn't even have a good word, senior brother, you just want to go, you Where do you want to go?"

Cheng Mou buried his head on Yan Song's neck, and the smile on the corner of his mouth grew wider and wider. If Yan Song saw this smile, he would definitely think that the person beside him was possessed by a demon.

He gave Yan Song a chance.

If Yan Song hadn't ignored the pleading in his eyes just now, and hadn't chosen to turn around and leave, then he would have continued to be that well-behaved "junior brother" Cheng Mou, but now, this person has been thinking about running away from him, so he would do whatever it takes up.

The docile and obedient skin has been worn for a long time, and he is afraid that even sheep will bully him.

Yan Song, you remember, life and death, suffering and grief, have long been contained in our bodies, one day you and I will face these things directly, and we will eventually be inseparable, just like water dissolved in water inside.

Yan Song suddenly felt a little out of breath, he struggled twice, but he didn't move, he couldn't help becoming angry from embarrassment: "Cheng Mou, let go!"

Cheng Mou inhaled lightly, there was a faint fragrance on Yan Song's body, which was familiar to him since he was a child, he raised his head, his eyes were deep, and said: "I would like to resign, the second year after you left, I will wait for you In the year that I crowned the crown, I started to use that word.”

"Jingyuan has plans, Cheng Jingyuan."

As soon as these words came out, Yan Song stopped struggling.He felt ashamed, and naturally, he had no time to take into account the meaning of Cheng Mou's small change in addressing him from the respectful "Senior Brother" to "Ji Ci".